I wish I could stop making these
stupid mistakes that hurt so much before.
It hurts so now. It hurts deeply.
My heart aches with a feeling I
can't understand. My mind is numb,
All my tangled thoughted thrown away.
I wished before, to not feel this way again.
And yet, here I am.
Staring at the mirror numbly,
Wondering why, wishing to forget.
And it's all my fault, again.
Tears beg me to let them fall from my eyes,
As if they can take this ache away somehow.
But it feels like nothing can, only time heals.
And my heart burns, because time seemed to
have stopped, with the whole universe itself.
My heart is shattering, like the once
bright stars, now lacking light. It takes
so long, to make things right. So much
efforts, to search for each piece of this broken
heart. And a single moment, to throw each away.
What for? Those moments?
All this hurt for a moment that passes away,
Fade away through my clenched hand.
That single moment, that steals away my breath.
And it hurts for days. Did you forget?
Or were you pretending not to remember,
When you were repeating those same mistakes?
How can I not hate you, for all this
pain that you give me as a gift,
Wrapped with not a bow,
But memories?
How can I stop this hurt,
From eating away my heart,
And not flinch,
Knowing it's all my own fault?
Oh. This hurt inside.
That I expertly hide,
I hate it so.
And yet a part of me holds onto it,
Thinking that I deserve this pain I feel.
For blending love with hate,
To feel for this mistake.
I wish, that the world wouldn't feel
like it's stopped, and my heartbeat to still beat.
I wish to not remember, to not feel.
I tell myself that I've pulled away from a mistake,
But dearest I, what about the memories?
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The Ink Spilling From My Pen ✔
Poesia* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * The ink that spilled out of my pen formed these poetry. * ** * * * * * * * * * * ** ** * * ** * * ** * ** ** *** ** * * ** * * ** A random poetry collection that spill...
